You came from a family of vampires. Your parents - Francis, Gabriella. You had 3 older siblings, the oldest being Bela, the next being Cassandra, then a brother Myles and then you, the youngest child. However you were an odd one out.

It's very rare for one offspring of two vampires to....not be a vampire. All your siblings grew fangs, drank blood, except you. For this reason, you weren't respected even by the house staff. Your siblings always made fun of you, but they were still protective in a way. It was like it was fine as long as they bullied you, but if servants or staff dared, they'd show them their place.

Your mother clearly favoured your siblings but she would still make sure your needs were met. Your father was an unpredictable man, a tough one to please. If he wanted you thrown out he would've done that when you were a baby itself.

Since you couldn't drink blood and the staff were low ranking vampires, this would mean you'd have to hunt for your meat, cook it and eat it. No one knew how to cook so you just experimented around.

Everyone was at the dining table

Bela:- "Hey, Daniela told me her sister's fangs grew out yesterday." She smirked

Such topics made you uneasy always because it was always an indirect jab to you. Daniela was a neighbouring vampire and her younger sister was 50yrs younger than you.

Cassandra:- "About damn time" she says in a sing-along tone.

Myles:- "What a shame, a certain century old vampire i know still hasn't bloomed yet." He wiggles his eyebrows looking over at you.

Your face was buried in the meat you hunted for and cooked as you tore it into pieces with a fork and a knife.

Gabriella (mom):- "Enough, the same topic every night is boring. Leave your sister and our old ears alone." She said dismissively focused on the blood in her glass.

Francis:- for the longest time he didn't say anything "Atleast my girl can hunt." He made eye contact with your siblings. Your mom glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Your siblings, and mom were spoiled so they didn't even have to hunt for their prey. The staff usually hunted and drained blood into barells.

Your eyes shone a bit at your father's compliment. Your siblings frowned silently shifting in their seats.

Your father was a self made rich 784yr old vampire. He was a converted one so he hunted his own prey. So it was safe to say your father acknowledged your hardships. Your mother was a true vampire so she didn't know struggles, she only knew royal treatment, similarly your siblings.